Teenage Stud

A tinge of nervousness coursed throughout her entire body at being near this handsome young man, a feeling that upset her terribly. Amanda Walsh could not understand why this young man affected her so, especially viewing the fact that he was so much younger than her, a full twenty years younger than her.

Mark Fuller was a mere eighteen years of age, the same age as her daughter Cathy. Worst of all, Mark was Cathy's steady boyfriend, yet his masculinity had Amanda swooning whenever the young man was nearby.

Happily married to Tom Walsh for twenty-three years now, never having thoughts of another man, Amanda was beside herself at the feelings being stirred within her body. Now this handsome young teen had her feeling like a young teeny-bopper again and she could not think straight whenever he was over visiting with Cathy. Unconsciously, whenever Cathy said that Mark would be coming over, Amanda made sure to have her long silky chestnut hair combed and in place and even changed her clothing. She would put on a nice blouse and shorts or short summer dress, rather than just her regular lounging clothing that she would wear around the house.

The effect that he had upon his girl friend's beautiful mother had not gone unnoticed by the young and horny Mark Fuller. Being the back-up quarterback on the high school football team and slotted to gain the starting position in his senior year, Mark always had girls flocking over him from years earlier. Taking full advantage of his good looks and athletic ability, Mark had notched his first conquest just after his fourteenth birthday. From then on, he embarked on the campaign of getting into as many panties as possible.

Cathy Walsh was a young beautiful teen that Mark had set his sights upon and had set his goal of getting into her tight little panties. However, Cathy turned out to be a tougher nut to crack as she was quite conservative and had resisted at his previously successful techniques of getting a gal hot and into the sack.

With the lengthy time he had had spent on this conquest, he and Cathy were being looked upon as a 'couple' at the high school. Mark was tempted to call things off but felt it would be too much of a blow to his ego if he gave up at this point.

Up until two weeks ago, Mark had never been inside the Walsh’s home, always meeting Cathy when she showed up with some of her girlfriends at the local hangout before the girls paired up with their respective boyfriends and going on out from there. Thus, Mark had never met Cathy's parents for the first four months that they had been dating. On this occasion, he had told Cathy he'd pick her up so they could head straight out to the rock concert that was being held across town.

Mark had told Cathy of his disdain of having to go under the scrutiny of meeting a girl's parents and had wanted her to meet him near her home on that day. But as Cathy had told him that her parents wouldn't be home at that hour, her father working late and it being her mother's day to do some shopping after work, Mark had agreed to pick her up at her home. With Cathy late in getting ready and Mrs. Walsh getting her shopping completed early, Mark groaned as the garage door was opened by a remote. A white BMW then pulled up the driveway and into the garage.

Taking a deep breath, Mark sucked it up and put on a beaming smile in preparation of meeting Cathy's mother. Walking towards the garage, he heard the trunk being opened. Just as he turned the corner to the garage, the sight before him gave him an instant raging hardon. With a grocery sack having fallen over, a few can goods had rolled to the back of the car trunk and with Mrs. Walsh trying to retrieve them, Mark was treated to a tantalizing view of her long sexy legs.

When Mrs. Walsh had retrieved the cans and stood straight up, Mark then said "Hello, Mrs. Walsh! I'm Mark and I came to pick Cathy up!" As Mrs. Walsh turned towards him, he immediately knew where Cathy's beauty came from. This woman was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon, as if she came straight out of a men's magazine. In her neat black dress and matching heels, he looked at the lovely face smiling at him as she extended her hand to greet him "Oh, hi! It's so nice to meet one of Cathy's friends!"

At the age of 38, Amanda Walsh was enjoying the fruits of a happy marriage to her husband along with a lovely and considerate daughter, plus a successful career in an interior design firm. She had a lot of guys after her from her high school days and even till this day, many a man would make a pass at her. But she was still madly in love with her husband Tom and merely laughed off the attention lavished upon her by other men.

Amanda was happy to meet one of Cathy male friends but for some reason, a trembling shiver coursed throughout her entire body as she gazed up at this very tall handsome young teen. Then, when she shook her hand, his powerful grip sent a nervous shudder through her body, one she had not felt since she had first met Tom many years ago. She felt her knees go weak and her thigh muscles clench in response. Amanda felt a warm flush of embarrassment come over her as the squeezing of her thighs caused her love juices to ooze into the crotch of her panties.

As Amanda stared up into the handsome smiling face, she could not find any further words as he continued to hold her hand in his. She began to tremble as the handsome teen raised up his other hand to caress the back of her right hand that she had extended for a handshake. No male had ever had such an immediate and pronounced effect upon her. Her knees went weak and she just could not think rationally, the touch of this handsome young teen sending shivers throughout her body.

What took place in that short moment's span seemed like an hour for Amanda. Fortunately, the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut, followed by Cathy's footsteps had the young teen releasing her hand before Cathy could observe what was taking place. As the handsome teen stepped back out of the garage, she heard him say, "It was so nice meeting you, Mrs. Walsh!"

Moments later, having gather herself and taking the sack of groceries into the house, Amanda could feel her heart pounding madly in her chest as she panted for breath. She left the groceries on the counter, her hands trembling as she was unable to concentrate in putting the items away. Making her way upstairs and into the master bedroom, Amanda could not understand the nervousness caused by the handsome young teen.

Stepping out of her black heels, she then unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.

Closing her eyes, she let her left hand caress the back of her right hand, just as the young teen had done in the garage. Amanda then let her hands move to her waist, caressing her soft skin while picturing that handsome teen in her mind. She shivered at the pretense of being touched by the young man, her hands moving up to the lacy bra covering her breasts. Her body shivered again as her thumbs flicked at her stiffened nipples under the lacy garment, her thighs clenching as her love juices began to again ooze.

Panting for breath, guilt began to set in at what she had just done for the very first time. Never had Amanda touched herself in such a manner, much less thought about another male in such an intimate way. She could not believe that she had reached an orgasm with the thought of the handsome young teen in her mind. 'God, he's young enough to be your own son! And worst yet, he's Cathy's boyfriend, the boy she's been talking about so much lately!' she chastised herself.

Back in the kitchen, Amanda did away with the simple dinner she had planned to prepare that evening. Instead, she set about to prepare her husband's favorite dish. It was the least she could do in her own mind, desperately trying to ease the feeling of guilt that filled her. She threw herself into solely concentrating on the preparation of the elaborate meal, trying to block out any thought of what took place earlier. However, the image of the handsome young teen continuously crept back into her mind.

In the Walsh's bedroom that evening, the happily married couple was engaged in passionate lovemaking. However, on this particular evening, Amanda Walsh's eyes were closed in the darkness of the bedroom. With her arms around the neck of her husband, legs wrapped tightly around his humping buttocks, the only difference was her pretending it was the handsome young teen giving her the sexual release that she so desperately craved. Later, with her husband asleep on his side of the bed, Amanda turned to face the other way, her eyes tearing in shame for her illicit thoughts while making love to Tom.

The next weekend, Tom Walsh was away on a business conference, leaving his wife and daughter at home. Amanda had been invited out with her fellow employees for some drinks after work to unwind after a tough week, but she passed saying she already had made plans for that evening. Once the workday had come to a close, she had quickly picked up her purse and briefcase to begin the drive home.

It had been a wet and windy day with the potential of more rain to come. On the drive home, Amanda had to wonder why she had not joined her friends, especially since Tom would not be home and her daughter would be going out that night. It had not been the bad weather that had deterred her from joining her friends. With her heart pounding faster and faster as she drove, she knew exactly why she had passed on the invitation to join her friends. It was because Cathy had told her that young Mark Fuller would be picking her up at their home.

Getting home before Cathy's boyfriend picked her up, Amanda nervously poured herself a martini to calm her nerves. When the doorbell rang, Amanda took a large swallow of her potent drink as she heard her daughter come running down the stairs. It was a quick "Hi, Mom! Going out now! Bye!" from Cathy. As her daughter opened the front door, she saw the handsome Mark Fuller standing there. She saw him looking directly at her from above Cathy's shoulder, then heard him say "Hi, Mrs. Walsh!" "Hi

.........Hi, Mark!" she stammered in return.

Shortly after Mark and Cathy left, the downpour became heavier and the winds picked up substantially. Turning on the news, Amanda became a bit concerned as the newscaster indicated that caution should be used as flash flooding could occur and traveling over low bridges may become hazardous. Of concern was the fact that the isolated subdivision where they lived, a small bridge had to be crossed over, under which a small river flowed. That small river had overflowed once before in such a situation, causing Amanda concern for the safety of the teens.

Normally, one martini was the limit for Amanda but her fluster of the handsome teen along with the concern over the weather had her preparing a second martini. With her daughter and boyfriend planning to go to a concert that night, Amanda worried that the bridge would be closed down, preventing any cars from getting into the subdivision. As there was nothing she could really do, Amanda sighed and took her drink upstairs to her bedroom. There, she changed out of her dress and heels and put on a loose halter-top and shorts.

Back downstairs, Amanda picked on some leftovers as she sipped at her second martini. The wind and rain continued and the newscast indicated there apparently would not be a let up of this unexpected storm. It was only 10:30 p.m. and normally Cathy would not return till her curfew of 12:30 a.m. Thus, Amanda realized it would be another two hours of worrying and she took another gulp of her drink, finishing her second martini.

Then at 10:45 p.m., Amanda was surprised to see car headlights pulling up into the driveway and parking there. Going to the front door and opening it, she was relieved and happy to see Cathy running up the walkway followed by her boyfriend. Both were drenched just by the short run from the driveway. She listened as Cathy advised "Mark heard of the flash flooding and suggested we leave the concert early! It was lucky that we did! They were closing the road over the bridge and we were the next to last car allowed to cross over it!"

"Thanks for being so considerate, Mark! Let me get you two some towels so you can dry off! I'll get a fire started to keep you folks warm!" Amanda advised as she turned and rushed to get the towels for the soaking teens. She had forced herself to turn away from the teens, having found herself staring at the handsome teen who was smiling widely at her as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Grabbing two towels from the bathroom cabinet, she nervously returned to hand a towel to Cathy and her boyfriend, who now had unbuttoned his shirt to expose his muscular chest. "I ..................I'll start a fire so you can get warm!" Amanda stammered as she forced herself to turn away.

Mark thanked her for the towel and could visibly see the effect he was having upon his girlfriend's beautiful mother. As he watched her turn and walk to the fireplace, her long white legs and sexy bare feet had his cock stirring in his pants. 'Whew! What sexy legs! God, I just gotta get into her tight little panties!' he told himself. Cathy told him she was going to change out of her wet clothing, then trotted off upstairs to her bedroom.

Looking over towards the fireplace, he observed Mrs. Walsh kneeling down with her shapely ass and long trim legs facing him. He kicked off his sneakers and shucked off his wet jeans. Reaching down to his shorts, he gave his twitching cock a squeeze as it grew further in size. 'God, how I'd like to strip off her shorts and give it to her doggie style right now!' he moaned to himself as he moved towards the fireplace. He knew the effect he had upon her but still it was not the right timing, knowing he had to get her a bit more hot and bothered before literally putting the 'screws' to her.

Now only dressed in his shorts, Mark bent down next to his girl friend's mother and reached out to help her with the heavy log, saying "Oh, that looks heavy! Let me help you with that, Mrs. Walsh!" Purposely he brushed up against her arm and when he reached over, his hand was in contact with hers. He heard the slight gasp that she emitted upon the contact and could make out her panting for breath.

"A fire will sure help in getting warm! Do you know what my favorite way is to get warm, Mrs. Walsh? I just love cuddling up under the blankets with someone soft and sexy! It just turns me on and heats me up right away!" he whispered. As the log was set into place, Mark kept his hands lightly on her soft petite hands, lightly caressing her. With her breathing getting heavier and heavier, he knew just what the underlying meaning of his sentence meant. Hearing footsteps coming down the padded floor he removed his hands and watched as Mrs. Walsh quickly stood up and made her way to the kitchen.

Starting the fire, Mark heard Cathy ask her mother "Mom, you make some great hot chocolate! Can you make Mark and I a cup?" "Ooo .......okay, Cathy! I ........I'll call you as soon as it's ready!" came the stuttered response of her nervous mother. Mark knew that his girlfriend's pretty mother was just too nervous to carry the hot chocolate out to them.

With Cathy sitting next to the fireplace, shivering even though she had changed into dry clothing, Mark was anxiously awaiting to make his next move on her pretty mother. Then from the kitchen, they heard her mom call out "The hot chocolate's just about ready!" That was just what Mark had been waiting for, telling

Cathy "You keep warm by the fire and I'll go and help your mom bringing out the hot chocolate!"

Hearing the heavy footsteps enter the kitchen behind her, Amanda froze in knowing that it was her daughter's boyfriend coming in to help carry the hot chocolate out and not her daughter as she had anticipated. She shuddered as the footsteps neared and she then could feel him right behind her. Breathing hard in anticipation, she closed her eyes to try and block things out. Then she shivered as two strong hands cupped her hips over her thin shorts.

Feeling her shiver from his touch, Mark leaned forward to press his face up against her long silky brown hair and whispered "You must be cold, Mrs. Walsh! I can feel you shivering!" He heard her gasp out loud as he moved his hands up to touch her bare skin, slowly inching his way up under her loose halter top. When he came into contact with the bottom of her bra cups, he slipped his thumbs up under the bra, then came into contact with her stiffened nipples. Gently, he slowly caressed her nipples till they were hard as flints, then began flicking them with his thumbs.

If not for the support of the kitchen counter before her and the handsome teen standing behind her, Amanda's knees would have buckled in weakness and she would have slid down to the floor. After her breasts were cupped in the teen’s large hands, she breathed a sigh of relief as his hands slipped back down and out of her halter-top. For a moment, she felt the young teen fumbling behind her then his hands encircled her waist again.

Amanda looked down as the teen's hands in front opened the cap of a small pill capsule. Then she watched as he dropped two pills into one of the cups filled with hot chocolate. She shivered as her ear was nibbled by the handsome teen, then heard him say "This will put Cathy in a deep sleep for at least eight hours! Once she falls asleep, I'll come and snuggle up so we can keep each other warm!" A moment later, she was left alone in the kitchen with Mark taking the cups of hot chocolate out to the den.

Finally regaining her composure and strength to move again, Amanda made her way out of the kitchen to go upstairs to her bedroom. On her way, she passed the entrance to the den and observed Mark Fuller smiling at her while Cathy sipped at her hot chocolate. Nervously, Amanda made her way upstairs and closed the door to the master bedroom. Hesitantly, she looked down at her hand on the doorknob and the lock button next to it.

Moments later, having stripped off her clothing, Amanda let the hot shower beat down upon her shivering body. She was not shivering from the cold but from the excitement the handsome teen had stirred within her body. Closing her eyes, she let her hands run up to her breasts, touching herself while pretending it was the handsome young teen's hands upon her again. Then she let a hand slip down as she ran a finger over her wet groove.

Dressing in a sheer negligee, something she had not worn in nearly a year, Amanda lay under the covers of the bed that she shared with her husband Tom. She had not put on any panties under her negligee, something she had never done before. She was shivering in nervousness, bundling herself up in the warm blanket. Her mind was a jumbled mess, feeling so guilty that someone other than Tom had touched her so intimately. 'God, how could I allow something like that to happen? He’s the same age as your daughter! Worst, he's your daughter's boyfriend!' she chastised herself.

A short while later, Amanda could hear footsteps coming up the stairway, then saw shadows pass from the slit under her doorway. Then she heard Mark's voice "Goodnight, Cathy! See you in the morning!" Then the light glimmering from under her doorway was gone, indicating that the lights had been turned off in the hallway. Her heart was now pounding in her chest and her breathing became even more labored.

Minutes of silence followed and now Amanda was remorse with guilt over what had taken place earlier in the kitchen. 'Oh, God! This is so wrong! I better lock the door so nothing else happens!' she told herself. Tossing the blanket from her body, she was about to get out of bed to lock the door when she heard a noise. Then she distinctly heard the sound of the doorknob turn. With the moonlight coming in through the living room windows, she could make out a person's shadow as the bedroom door opened.

Then the room was in pitch darkness again as the bedroom door was closed again. Then she heard the door being locked as the button was pushed. Amanda could hear footsteps on the carpet approaching closer and closer. She extended her right hand out and whispered pleadingly "No, Mark ............this is so wrong! Please .........please .......go back to your room!"

Amanda gasped loudly when her hand came into contact with a hot as hard as steel, but as soft as human skin. Her fingers instinctively closed around it. She knew it was the handsome teen's cock that she was now grasping, only it was so much thicker and longer than her own husband's. Reaching out with her left hand, she grabbed hold of the thick cock, putting her left hand at the base immediately below her right hand as if holding a baseball bat.

She could not help but to compare the size of this teenage boy to that of her husband. Totally amazed, Amanda just could not believe the size of this teen. It took both of her hands on his pole to cover it completely. With Tom, she was able to grasp his penis with one fist and cap his cock head with the other and her fingers easily overlapped part of her closed fist. She realized that this handsome teen’s manhood was at least two inches longer and also much thicker than her husband’s tool. Throughout her thoughts, she had been unconsciously pumping the hard bar of flesh in her hands.

Then Amanda felt her fingers being pried off the throbbing shaft and she was forced to release the handsome teen. A moment later, the king-sized bed sagged at the foot of the bed with the added weight of the young man. The Walsh's marital bed was now occupied, not by husband and wife, but instead it was the beautiful wife and a handsome teenage stud. She felt hands caressing her legs and felt her them being spread wide apart. Her negligee was being pushed up as the exploring hands caressed

Her inner thighs. Now those exploring hands were slipping under her to caress her soft asscheeks. "Ohhhhhhh.................ahhhh ...............ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly as a hot wet mouth clamped over her womanhood.

Never had Amanda engaged in such a sexual act and this young man was driving her out of her mind. Moaning and withering about the bed, she reached down to wind her fingers in the teen's hair. "Oh, God .....................yessssssssss .................yesssssssss ...........oh, God ..............eat meeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed, holding the head firmly as she arched up to feed him more of her love juices. Now the flicking and exploring tongue was driving her crazy "Ohhhhh ..........Mark ...............Mark ..................I ...................I'm cummminggggggg ...................oh, Godddddddddddd!" she groaned as her body went into convulsions.

The two lovers caressed each other's body, touching and exploring as they engaged in a deep passionate kiss. When the kiss ended, Amanda moaned loudly as a sensitive pink nipple was captured between the teen's sucking lips, her body arching up as his tongue teased her stiff bud. "Ohhhhhhh, God .............Mark

.............ohhhhhhh, yes .................yesssssssssss!" she moaned. "Ahhhhhh ..................ohhhhhhh!" she groaned and shivered as her teen lover bit and nipped at a sensitive bud.

Shuffling a bit, Mark maneuvered himself into position, placing his throbbing cockhead up against the slick wet slit. He leaned forward and pushed his thick cockhead forward, meeting resistance as he made inched his way into her tight slit. His cockhead finally popped past her tight lips and was fully enveloped in her hot tight slit. Then he pushed forward again, sliding home a few more inches. He groaned from the unbelievable pleasure that this lovely happily married woman, his girlfriend's mother, was giving him. 'God, she's so fucking tight!”

"Ohhhhhhhh, Mark ..................ohhhhhhhh .......stop ...........it hurts ..........it hurtsssss! You .........you're

...........you're too big ...........ohhhh, Mark, stop .............. it hurtssss!" Amanda moaned. Spreading her legs

as wide apart as possible, trying to ease the pain, yet regardless of the pain, she then arched up to capture more of the thick throbbing shaft. "Oh, God, Mark! I ......I ...........I've never had anything so biggggggg

.........before..............ohhhh, Godddd! Ohhhhh ...............it's soooo deep .........oh, never so deepppp

before! Mark .........ohhh, Mark .................yesssss ........fuck me .......fuck me!" she moaned. "Ahhhhhhhhh

..............ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..................oh, Godddd!" she groaned. She felt the teen stud's cock push deeply into her, deep into her womb, far deeper than her husband had ever been before. She could actually feel his thick mushroom head moving deep inside of her, feel the flared ridge of that male helmet rake the sensitive deep walls of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh ......ohhhhh .................ohhhhhhhhhhh, Mark!" Amanda swooned as the young teen commenced to fuck her out of her mind. She was getting the fuck of a lifetime, fucked by her daughter's handsome boyfriend. "Oh, Mark ......Mark ...............oh, God, yes ...............fuck me ..........fuck me, Mark ...............screw my brains out .........yes .............yes ..............yesssssss! Oh, my God ...........I ......I'm cumminggggggg .......I'm cummingggggg!" she groaned, feeling the long thick manhood throb madly deep in her womb. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Yesssssssss .............yesssssssss!" she screamed as she felt the thick cockhead flared, then began spewing its hot potent cream directly into her fertile womb. Her pussy throbbed. It was like the had lost her virginity again. And for at least for the deepest two inches of her pussy—she had.

Passed out from the fantastic fuck she had just received, Amanda stirred back to consciousness fifteen minutes later, now frantic as the handsome teen was dozing upon her. Not only was he dozing upon her body, making it impossible for her to budge, her daughter's boyfriend was still embedded deeply in her.

Instinctively, she clenched her muscles around the embedded cock, then felt it twitch back in response. Again she squeezed her cunt muscles and again the cock twitched in response. Again and again, faster and faster, she felt the teen's cock regaining its length and sturdiness.

Sensing that this activity had awakened her teen lover from his sleep, Amanda was amazed at his prowess for never had her husband fucked her twice in a row without even withdrawing his cock in between fucks. "Ohhhhh ...............Mark ..............yes ..................yes .............oh, yes .............deeper ..............deeper!" she moaned as the teen stud stroked deeply into her. The Walsh's marital bed had never before been put to such strenuous activity, the headboard thumping in time with the teen's thrust.

For Mark it was just an unbelievable fuck session. It felt so good to call the beautiful woman by her marital name with his cock embedded deep in her as he gave her the shagging of her life. He recalled the exciting moments earlier as he fucked her, pumping in and out as he mouthed "Oh, Mrs. Walsh, you're a fantastic fuck! Gonna cum! Gonna fill you with my hot cum, Mrs. Walsh! Here it issssssssss!"

It was seven in the morning when Mark gave his girl friend's mother a loving pat on her bare butt, telling her "Time to get up, Mrs. Walsh!" Mark watched as she scrambled out of bed to put a robe on, then made her downstairs to the kitchen.

Preparing bacon and eggs for breakfast, Amanda leaned back as her teen lover came into the kitchen to give her a passionate kiss. A moment later, with Mark seated at the counter, Cathy entered the kitchen exclaiming "Boy, did I sleep like a log last night! But the smell of bacon and eggs sure got me up in hurry!" Mark laughed and said "About time you got up, sleepyhead! We've been up and waiting for you for quite a while!"

It felt so wicked at breakfast as Amanda sat at the table having breakfast with her daughter and her boyfriend. After cooking breakfast, she had changed into the halter-top and shorts that she had worn the afternoon before, minus the bra and panties. Seated directly across the handsome teen, whose cum still dribbling from her well stretched pussy, she felt guilty as she talked to her daughter seated next to him. Even more so as they engaged in a game of footsy under the table.

At mid-morning Cathy and Mark were about to head on out to mall and meet up with some of their friends. He knew Cathy loved his hotrod and always wanted to drive it.

As she made her way upstairs, she recalled what Mark had said to her just before he pulled himself out of her: "Cathy's got band practice on Wednesday and doesn't get done till 5:30 when I meet her to take her home. The Twilight Motel is only two blocks from school. Rent a room and leave the room number under your windshield so I can meet you at three in the afternoon!"

Wednesday evening, sitting at the dinner table, Amanda felt so wicked at what took place that afternoon. Her loving husband, whom she would never have thought cheating on just a week ago, at across from her. If he only knew that his loving faithful wife now sat across from him with her belly and cunt filled with a teenager's spunk. To her side sat her daughter, who's boyfriend had fucked her senseless for hours and who's spunk she was filled with.

Playing with the food on her plate, Amanda thought back to the afternoon in the motel. Moments after entering the motel room, her teenage lover showed up. She had dressed nicely that day, wearing a navy blue dress and matching 3" heels. She could picture the sight she made in that motel room, fully dressed while on her knees, unzipping the handsome young man. She had sucked her husbands cock a few times before. But Mark’s manhood was definitely more of a challenge.

Two weeks later, Amanda was a bundle of nerves, wondering when Mark Fuller would call or let her know when they could be together again. She was desperately in need of sexual release, the type of release she had only achieved with the young man. She felt so guilty when she made love with Tom as she always pretended that it was the handsome teen in bed with her. That, plus the fact that Tom just could not compete with the stamina of the young stud. And she worried that Tom would find her different. She knew that Mark was stretching her pussy. She could hardly feel her husband inside of her now. Surely he noticed. But maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe her pussy felt the same to him, and it was only her knowledge of her husband’s… shortcomings that made her feel him less. In the past two weeks, she had only gotten glimpses of the handsome teen and he had not made a play for her even when they had been left briefly alone when Cathy ran off to get her sweater.

On Wednesday morning, Amanda picked up her phone at the office and a thrilling shiver coursed through her body as she heard Mark Fuller's voice. "It's Wednesday and Cathy has band practice again! Same time and same place!" she heard him say, then the line went dead. Happy at the prospect of seeing her teen lover again, Amanda canceled the meeting she had with a client that afternoon and rescheduled it for another day.

It was now 3:15 p.m. and Amanda anxiously awaited the knock on the motel room door, wondering where her teen lover could be. Then, as she paced the room wringing her hands in excitement, the phone rang. It was Mark’s voice, but is sounded so strange, so strained. “Come to room 317. I’m there.”

Amanda’s voice betrayed her concern. “Mark, what’s….”

“Just come to room 317. I’m here.” The phone hung up.

Amanda thought about leaving. Mark must be showing his true teenage colors by playing games. But she just couldn’t go. The thought of his hot straining manhood deep inside her was too powerful. To feel the powerful squirts of Mark’s virile seed against the back of her womb even one more time was too much a draw. She left the room and headed up to room 317.

When she got there, the room was dark. She knocked but there was no answer. She tested the knob and it was unlocked. She decided that she would give Mark’s balls a good squeeze when she blew him tonight. These theatrics were totally uncalled for. She tuned the knob and entered the room. It was dark. The door closed behind her. She heard the lock snap shut. A corner light came on. She saw Mark, shirtless, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. Not sitting, she now saw, but tied, his strong arms behind the chairs wooden back. He was dressed only in his gray boxer-briefs. “What the….”

“Don’t worry Ms. Everything is fine,” Came a deep male voice from behind her. “Mark here just told us that he was supposed to meet you tonight. We thought that it would be rude to keep you waiting anymore.”

Amanda noticed now that there were two other people in the room with them. The man who had talked to her was behind her near the door. The other was in the corner behind Mark. Both were dressed in black, with Ninja masks over their faces. She couldn’t tell for sure, but the one in the back was built like a woman. But she had a pistol in her hand.

The man behind her spoke again. “This young man here has a very lecherous streak. Why else would someone his age be at a hotel rather than his parent’s house? But, we’re going to fix that. Or more accurately, you’re going to fix that. Move forward and knell in front of him.” Amanda started to speak, but the man interrupted her: “Do as you are told. And if you scream or make any move toward the phone or door, your boyfriend will get it.” He motioned to the other across the room.

Amanda moved over to Mark and knelt in front of him, placing her hands on his legs as she did and rubbing along them to his knees. She wanted to comfort him. She could feel the little hairs on his legs as she did. Mark was sweating and was obviously scared. He was gagged with a red bandana. “Who are they,” Amanda whispered. Mark whimpered and nodded his head. He didn’t know.

“Now Ms, take this scalpel and cut along the leg of kid’s shorts. Remember, if you make a move, he’s gone.”

Amanda found a scalpel at her side. She raised it to Mark’s upper leg and carefully placed it between the gray cotton of his shorts and his warm skin. Mark shuttered at the touch of the cold steal. Don’t worry, Amanda told herself. This will be over soon. It has to be. She pushed the scalpel through the cotton up to the bend in Mark’s hip. The cotton underwear gave way easily. A slice on the other leg, and Amanda was able to remove the front of Mark’s underwear. He still sat on the rest of it, but his front was now exposed in the dim light. Amanda gasped when she saw.

She could see the thick tangled bush of Mark’s brown sex hair. And below that, the heavy sausage of his manhood. Its flared thick head was touching the wooden chair even though it was flaccid. But behind that, the sac of his manhood was not its usual tan color. It was now much redder, a deep red. “Lift his penis Ms.” Came the voice from behind.

Amanda did so, and that is when she saw the black rubber band. It was a thick band, not like the brown rubber bands from her home. It was industrial strength. And it was tight around the very neck of Mark’s scrotum. Just below it was another, less impressive band—not as tight as the first band, but clearly pressuring the flesh of Mark’s male skin bag.

The man spoke again. “Now Ms., listen carefully. This is what you have to do in order for both you and your little boyfriend to get out of here. You have to take the scalpel in your hand, place it between those two bands, and pull. That is all you have to do. And then we will leave.” Amanda’s hand shook. “We would have done it for you, but then Mark told us you were here. Now you have to do it.” Amanda looked into the eyes of her teenaged lover. They were wide with fear, a tear streaming down from the left eye. “It is easier than you think it is,” the man said.

Amanda we frozen. Then, the second one, the man or woman from behind, stepped forward with the pistol. Amanda panicked. She reached out and lifted Mark’s soft pecker away from his sac. She squeezed the soft tube of flesh once before leaving it to rest on his upper thigh. She saw Mark’s 18-year-old baby-makers hanging tightly against his body. She reached down and lifted Mark’s bag of balls with her left hand. They were slightly cold to the touch, not the warm, sweaty, tight set of jewels she was used to cupping as she sucked him. Mark shuttered at his touch. He was whimpering now, speaking into his gag. Amanda couldn’t make out a word, but it sounded frantic. She looked up at her lover, tears in her eyes. He was watching her, watching everything she did with frantic wide eyes. His muscular hairless chest heaved with his breath, his armed flexed vainly against the ropes that bound him.

Amanda raised the scalpel and moved it between his legs. Mark went frantic, his leg muscles flexing against the ropes. His legs looked so much now like they did when Amanda sucked his fat knob, powerful muscles straining in pleasure. But now they were straining in fear. She fondled his orbs in their soft bag, loosening the sack as the scalpel found the small spot between the two bands. “Oh Mark, oh Mark, I’m so sorry.” Amanda couldn’t believe she was doing this. She thought of all the times when Mark had been on top of her, his big hard cock straining and pushing into her pussy, stretching and filling her completely. She had felt the tight lump of his balls against her on every deep thrust then. Now, she was holding them for the last time. She knew that, in a moment, this hot teenage stud that had shown her what a real man can do in bed—would no longer be male.

“It is easy Ms.,” came the voice from behind. “All you have to do is pull.”

Amanda looked back up to her lover’s face. “forgive me Mark,” she said. Then, her armed jerked upward. For a moment, it wasn’t clear what had happened. Then, the bag of male flesh and the sensitive orbs it contained fell from the chair to the floor with a THUD. Mark screamed into his gag. He screamed until he couldn’t breath anymore, and passed out. Amanda just cried.

With a rush, the two people gathered items from the room. The one from behind, the one with the pistol, walked behind Mark and injected him from a small needle. The man in black snatched up the bag of balls from Amanda’s feet. Then, with a whoosh, they opened the door and made into the night. Amanda just sat crying at the feet of her studly lover.

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The rest of the night was a blur. Amanda couldn’t even remember if she had called the police, the desk, or her husband first. Within an hour, Mark was in a hospital bed, the space behind his soft penis bandaged in white. Amanda had to be sedated, as did her daughter Cathy when she heard what had happened.

The police at first thought that Tom was involved. But he swore that he had not known about the affair before that night. His alibi was solid, and the police found no evidence of money transfers from his account. After a few weeks, the case went stale and was eventually labeled “unsolved” in the bottom file cabinet.

The doctors tried to give Mark artificial hormones so he could retain his male appearance, but for some reason his body rejected them all. No explanation was ever found for this, and the injection given to him in the neck was never explained. All the community new was that, from that night on, Mark Fuller’s body degenerated from a strapping, strong young man’s to a hefty form that looked like something between a boy’s body and a woman’s. His thick pubic hair soon fell out, and he of course had no need to shave his face again. By the time he left the hospital, he was already impotent. His large penis never achieved an erection again in his life.

Tom was at first furious but quickly forgave his wife her infidelity. After all, she had been through a lot. Amanda never had another affair and continued to have sex with her husband. But, since that last time with Mark, she never achieved a real orgasm again in her life. She could still remember the feeling of Mark’s heavy thick penis so deep inside of her. Sometimes she felt it in her dreams, but she never came. And she never found the jar buried under a tile in the basement corner, the jar that contained the floating bag of male flesh that for 18 years had powered and maintained Mark’s masculine body, that had created his virile potent seed, that had allowed him to feel the amazing pleasure that every male desires.